That Matters

December 14, 2007

By Shelley G., Hartland, WI

It is the warm smile of one you love, Sharing memories with an old friend. It is laughing so hard, That your sides begin to hurt And forgetting why something so stupid Could make you laugh so hard. That matters.

It is a girls’ night in, Complete with sappy movies and junk food. Popcorn and chocolate. It is warm sand That squishes between your toes, And somehow gets into you bologna sandwich, But you don’t care because that matters.

It is the unbearable excitement You feel on Christmas Eve. It is being 6-years-old again And spinning enough That you cannot help but fall down And get back up just to do it again. That matters.

It is letting it all go, These inhibitions, And dancing as if nobody can see. It is the overpowering stink of new paints On a new canvas. It is a fresh start, a beginning, That matters.

The little things matter In this life where we grow up so fast And reward seems to come so slowly, If ever. But never forget the things that matter: Friends, gratitude, love, family, life, compassion. That matters.

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